"Comet!" he squealed, holding out his arms when our old dog came barreling out of nowhere.
My stomach tensed. Comet was a big brute of a dog and not one prone to gentleness either. He also had a big thing for Kade, which meant he ran up to him at full-speed, knocking the kid over, then licking every inch of his face.
Luckily for me—since Katie would be pissed if I let him get hurt—Kade was a rough and tumble kid. He took a fall like no other kid I'd met.
"He's all you," Katie would tell me, watching him hanging off the edge of the couch, completely unconcerned with the hard floor beneath him.
He definitely had a lot of me in him.
But he loved to help Katie in the kitchen. He would go running down the hall when she asked if he wanted to read some books.
There was some of her in him too.
A good mix of the two of us.
I couldn't help but wonder what our daughter would be like.
We would be finding out in a couple short months.
That was why Katie was busting ass now, to get ahead of work, so she could take some time off after.
"Mama!"
"We'll see Mama when she's done with work, bub," I reminded him.
"Mama!" he called again, smiling big.
He saved that smile for his mother, making me turn, finding her walking out onto the back deck, a big cup of tea in her hand, giving us a smile.
"Hey, buddy," she called. "Were you good for Daddy?"
But he wasn't paying attention. Because Comet had found a spot to dig and was going hard at it, making Kade walk over, dropping down on his diaper-clad butt, digging with his bare hands.
"We can clean his nails later," I reminded Katie, reading that horror on her face.
"You can scrape his nails later," she said, shaking her head. "He screams bloody murder when I do it."
"Are you on a break, or did you finish?" I asked, moving up onto the deck, moving behind her, pressing a hand to her belly.
"I finished. You'll never guess who just emailed me, though."
"Who?"
"Remember that book that inspired our tufted headboard?" she asked.
"Yeah. Went off the radar since."
"Well, until now. She has a new one coming out. And she wants me to edit it."
"No way."
"I know, right?"
"Does it sound good?" I asked, wrapping my arm around her.
"It sounds really, really steamy."
"So then... yes," I concluded, smiling down at her when she smirked up at me.
"But nothing blows up and no one goes on any car chases."
"I'm always down for a good bed-breaking session," I told her. "And not only because we broke ours making this," I told her, tapping my fingers on her belly.
"God, that was humiliating to have your brothers over to help you cart it out."
"Speak for yourself," I said, chuckling. "It was one of my proudest moments."
"You would—Kade!" she called, making my gaze follow hers.
Comet was relieving himself on a bush.
And Kade thought it was a keen idea.
"If it's any consolation, girls don't tend to pee on bushes," I reminded her as she let out a mom whimper.
"This is true," she agreed. "Oh no," she said, lurching forward when Kade fell forward and let out a shriek. "You don't think he's..."
"Covered in his own, and the dog's, piss? Yep, I do," I said, sighing.
"Go get him. I'll run the bath," she said, half frustrated, half amused.
This life shit, it wasn't always glamorous.
But there was no one else I'd rather wash dog pee of our kid with than Katie, that was for damn sure.Kate - 12 years"Hello?" I called, trying to balance the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I folded warm towels from the dryer.
"How was your day?" Rush's voice asked, making my brows knit together as I moved to the doorway out of the laundry room, looking at him sitting on the couch in the living room, legs propped up on the coffee table.
"Ah, it's the same as it was when you asked me when you came home twenty minutes ago," I told him, smiling because he was being weird.
"A little stressed, huh?" he asked.
"I mean, we have three children. So I'm always a little stressed."
"I can take that away for you, baby," he told me, making my lips curve up higher as an old, familiar wobbly feeling moved through my core.
How long had it been since I'd felt it, since we'd done anything even remotely sexy?
A couple weeks?
God, a couple months?
I was pretty sure it was a couple months, right before the stomach flu ripped its way through our family, leaving everyone feeling depleted and awful for a full two weeks afterward.
I mean, droughts happened.
I think after Kade was born, we didn't have sex for like four months. We were too damn tired. Even with all the help.
But we didn't have the new baby excuse now. Or even the 'everyone is getting over being sick' one either.